On October 13, 2002 I ran the Chicago Marathon. I wasn't sure if I'd finish but I wasn't going home without a medal!
It was much colder than I thought it would be and there was a stiff wind that sometimes tried to force me into a warm building. Like a fool I took in water and Gatorade like I was still in 95 degrees. When it's cold, you don't sweat much and you must get rid of fluids somehow. I stood in line once almost 20 minutes to pee.
My knees started to fail around 18 and I walked more than ran the last 6 miles.
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